Mind And Body

another and I
share the same seat
see with the one eye
feel the twin heat
and chill cold
of a mind young
and a body old

Solitude

He carefully selects
an apple,
one orange,
a small carton of milk,
places them in
his basket;
grabs a ’family size’ lasagne.
The ’meals for one’
yield little comfort
on lonely nights.

I Took A Walk

I took a walk down memory lane,
never thought I’d go that way again,
down the path around the bend;
thought my trip would never end.
Along the way I met a man
who said to me,
”I think I can.”
”You think you can?”
I said to him.
”Yes, but I don’t know where to begin.”
”Well, walk with me a little way,
maybe you’ll find your path this day.”
As we walked he shared his fears,
a field of pain watered with tears.
Then I was on the road alone
looking toward my childhood home,
but I didn’t want to go that far,
things past have passed, are what they are;
so I turned around, cast off the pain
and walked away from memory lane.

Sweet Release

give me freedom
give me peace
give me the joy of sweet release
from all bonds of reality
from all the things I clearly see
give me eternity to sleep
give me the liberty I seek
give me the love
give me the time
give me one day of full sunshine
far from the dark that seeks my soul
far from the deep and gaping hole
that wants to swallow all my joy
that scares the man who’s still a boy
give me freedom
give me peace
give me the joy of sweet release.

I Hereby Bequeath

I hereby bequeath...

all my worldly possessions,
my body,
to anyone who wants them,
except for the contents
of my bowels,
which I want extracted,
encased in perspex,
framed and placed prominently
on public display,
so people can see
for themselves,
I really was full of shit!

Movin' On Up

I still bear the emotional scars of you,
ugly red welts
that swell up inside
a child
administered a punch
to keep him in line.

Your genes run deep;
are the very core of me
but what you don't see,
in this nature
versus nurture
battle,
is the interest accrued
from the remaining
fifty percent
deposited
in this bank of
the double helix.

I surpassed all forecasts years ago,
shattered that glass ceiling of non-expectation,
threw off those invisible bonds
locked with the key of my own fear.

I live freely.

I was never you,
and you will certainly
never be me.

Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Not

Oh what a lot

Of joy you hold for me.

This Summer's morn

Down in the lawn

Beneath the apple tree.

The sun and stars

Are truly ours

Amidst your skies so blue.

Forget-Me-Not

Oh what a lot

Of joy I get from you.